(here's the smut- finally.

I don't know if I will write it again purely for the fact I don't like sexualising the boys. It feels a bit wrong to do, sorry..

Ps: double update yay)

Louis' blindly making his way to his room because Harry is everywhere. The way Harry tastes brings weakness to Louis and he hates it. He has to stop kissing Harry for a second to open the door to his room, and when Harry lets out a whimper he can feel the hairs on the back of his neck raise.

"Don't whimper like that Harry, just get on the bed," Louis looks over his shoulder as he opens the door, and does a once over of Harry as he walks into the room.

Harry lays flat on the bed and stares ahead at the ceiling. His face is flushed, and his lips are swollen and are starting to turn dark pink. Louis knows he's the cause for it and he swears he's buckling. He doesn't even care that Harry's an awkward mess, and he knows he's in for it. Because Harry's going to be a blubbering mess in a short while and Louis might come undone just at the thought. While Harry is on the bed trying to bring his heart rate down and focus on trying to overcome the anxiety, Louis reaches into a chest of drawers and nods to himself as he grabs lube. He stands at the end of the bed and gently throws it, watching it as it lands with a soft thud next to Harry.

Harry props himself up on his elbows and locks eyes with Louis. Louis' hair is dishevelled, his blue eyes mostly overtaken by his blown-out pupils, and his lips are a shade of pink that leaves Harry breathless. Harry is mentally undressing Louis, and it takes a moment before he realises it's not mentally and that Louis is actually taking his shirt off.

"Do you want me to undress you?" Louis eyeballs Harry with a smirk, as he throws his own shirt on the floor.

Before Harry can register a response, Louis has made his way over to Harry. Harry's suddenly pinned into the soft mattress, and Louis is between his legs. Louis kisses Harry's jawline again, and slowly moves down his neck, and nips at his collarbones. Harry's breath comes out shaky, and he is bucking up to relieve the pressure he feels in his pants. Louis hand reaches down between the two and unzips, and looks carefully at Harry. He doesn't even need to look down, and quite frankly he's a bit anxious too. He's thought about this moment too many times, and he's not sure if he's ready to know what Harry's packing. Louis pushes the thought aside and presses his mouth against Harry feverishly. The taste is enough to incite a moan from the older boy, and Harry gasps as he feels Louis' hand slide under his trousers and grips Harry.

"Oh shit," Harry blinks at the unfamiliar sensation.

Harry's brain freezes over, and he lets Louis take over. Harry's undressed in a matter of seconds, and Louis follows quickly. Louis stops for a moment, as if in deep thought. Reality setting in very quickly. He's about to take Harry's virginity. He sits up and looks at Harry carefully, the moment of pure desire is overcome with a softness Louis didn't know he had.

"Is everything okay?" Harry whispers.

"Are you sure this is what you want...this is a lot. You're not going to regret it?" Louis kisses him gently.

Harry's eyes flutter close as he kisses Louis back, with a lot less fierceness than before. He smiles into the kiss and Louis could melt.

"Yeah Lou, wouldn't want to experience it with anyone else. Just want you,"

"We'll take it slow, okay. At any moment you want it to stop, you tell me. It's always your call and I respect whatever you need and want, okay?"

Before Louis can keep rambling, Harry's lips are pressed hard against his own. Their tongues intertwined with another and their bodies radiating heat onto another. Harry gently runs his hands through Louis' hair and tugs playfully, and Louis gasps.

"Did you just pull my hair?" Louis looks at Harry with wide eyes.

Harry looks like a deer in headlights and stutters, but Louis is impressed. But he also is not going to let Harry dominate him, especially on his first time.

"I'd usually allow it, but not this time. I wanna make you feel all the good types of pain. You can pull my hair later, okay?" He whispers against Harry's lips, and Harry nods quietly.

Louis makes sure Harry's laying down flat and positions himself between Harry's legs. He looks down at Harry's naked body and Louis thinks for a moment that he might faint. Because Harry has never looked more beautiful than he does at that moment. Completely naked and wanting him.

"Gonna blow you, then gonna work on you for a bit,"

Harry nods and closes his eyes, wanting to focus purely on the feelings that he's never felt before. He tenses when he feels Louis grip him again and hesitantly pump him a few times. The feeling sends electric bolts up his spine and leaves him panting in seconds. In the next second, Louis' mouth is over him. The feeling of Louis' mouth and lips around him, causes Harry to let out a low moan and he clenches his fists.

"Oh my god," Harry words come out strangled.

This is when Louis decides to test the waters, and takes Harry deeper into his mouth. Harry feels himself hit the back of Louis' throat, and he doesn't even flinch. The feeling of Louis' mouth enveloping him, the warmth, the soft moans radiating around him. He swears he's seeing the gates to heaven.

There are stars, there are angels singing. All the dramatics. He closes his eyes and is soaking in this feeling he's gone his whole life without. He takes note to never go without again. He snaps his hip upwards, and Louis jerks back for a second and places his hands firmly against Harry's hips.

"Sorry-," Harry's eyes shoot open.

"No it's fine, just wasn't prepared. You can keep going," Louis smiles gently before taking Harry back in his mouth.

Harry decides he loves the feeling of Louis' mouth around him and loves the feeling of the back of Louis' throat more. He finds himself snapping his hips forward and running his hands through Louis' hair, and he's loud. Because holy fuck, it's the best thing he's ever felt.

"Oh my god Louis, you're an angel. Fuck," Harry groans, hips faltering for a second.

He can feel a heat pooling in the pits of his stomach, and his body is starting to sweat. He wants to chase that feeling because it's going to be magical, but before he can keep going Louis stops.

"What!" Harry frowns.

"If I blow you, then the shows over. I've not done the other work...be fair," Louis frowns.

"Okay,"

Harry throws his head back onto the bed, and desperately fights the urge to wrap his hand around himself and get himself off. His skin is electric with need, and mind is clouded with desire. He's almost a blubbering mess. He is aware of Louis suddenly back between his legs, and he looks down at him. Louis is coating a finger with lube and Harry knows what's happening. He knows he's about to feel some genuine pain for a while.

"It's going to hurt a bit, we'll work on a finger at a time. Okay? Tell me to stop, and I will. You ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be," Harry holds his breath.

Louis places a kiss on Harry's hip in a bid to relax him, and it does. Harry automatically rests his body as he prepares for the feeling of Louis' fingers. Louis does it slowly, watching Harry intently as it goes from fingertip to knuckle. Harry's chewing on his bottom lip and his brows are furrowed but he seems okay. Once Louis' full finger is in and Harry visibly relaxes, he starts to allow movement. Harry's grinding down on his hand, desperate for more.

"More Lou, need more,"

"I'm taking my time, how are you feeling?"

"Fine, no pain. Try another. Please," Harry's eyes are wide with desperation and Louis swears he could bust a nut in that moment.

Louis coats his index and middle finger with enough lube for a smooth experience and presses it against Harry. Louis can't help but grab his own length in his spare hand. He just needs to feel something. And as he gently pushes in, and Harry tenses and lets out a moan so does Louis. Because never in his wildest dreams, did he imagine that he was two fingers deep into Harry? It's the hottest thing he's ever seen and felt. Harry desperately tries to move his hips to take Louis' fingers all the way in, but it's clear it's painful.

Louis lets go of himself, and places a hand on Harry's thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze of encouragement.

"You're doing well Harry, really well. God, you're so good for me,"

"I swear to god, if you keep talking to me like that, I'm going to explode," Harry's voice is wrecked, completely filled with want.

Louis gently manoeuvres his fingers, until they are at the last knuckle. Harry draws in a breath, eyes wide open.

"Fuck, Fuck. It is so good. Please move them," He stammers.

Louis happily obliges, chewing on his lip as he watches the way Harry reacts to his fingers. Harry's grabbing fistfuls of the blankets and letting small noises out with each movement. Louis really wants to savour every moment. Once he knows Harry's comfortable and is begging for more, he decides on a third finger. 3 fingers should be enough to get a decent attempt of the real thing. While coating all 3 fingers, Harry lets out a groan.

Harry's eyes are dark green, and face flushed red. And his chest is rising and falling rapidly, as his need for Louis rises to heights he hasn't had before.

"Please."

"Okay, just take this real slow. You're doing so well,"

They repeat the process, and Louis almost undoes at the feeling of Harry expand around his three fingers. Harry takes them with as much ease as he did with the other two. A few minutes of gentle movements before Louis is really working his magic. There's a particular spot he hits that has Harry's back arching.

"Holy shit. Louis. I need you. Really, really need to feel you. I'm not going to last long. I'm getting close and this feels so good but need the real thing," Harry's rambling, as his eyes are starting to water.

Louis knows that he's been so patient and gentle with Harry. He leans forward and focuses on kissing Harry, really taking in each individual second before turning Harry onto his stomach. He kisses Harry shoulder and then focuses on positioning himself right where he needs to be.

"You okay? Ready? We'll take this one just as slow. Tell me when you want me to move, I'll wait," Louis speaks carefully, looking down at Harry's ass. He reaches for the condom right next to him, because he knows that he shouldn't go bare.

Fucking hell. FUCK. Louis bites down on his lip so harsh he is going to draw blood.

"Yeah, it's okay. Wanna feel loved Lou, wanna feel good,"

Louis doesn't respond as he lubes himself up, and then pushes himself in. It's a tight squeeze, and the way that Harry's tensing he knows it's painful. Louis grabs one of Harry's hips and gently rubs a thumb over his hip bone. A gentle reminder that he's doing so fucking brilliant.

"Hurts," Harry's voice is weak

"I know, I'm not moving. Just feeling you stretch, want you to feel good,"

Louis keeps on gently squeezing Harry's hip, which helps Harry relax his tense body. As he relaxes, he can tell that Harry wants more but he waits for Harry to say it.

"Okay, more,"

Louis moves deeper, and it's a fair way of the way in before he hears a hiss from Harry and he automatically stops his hips.

"Harry? You okay?"

"Hurts, but it's so good. I feel so full, I just want you to move...really need you to move,"

"I'll move once I'm all the way in and you're okay. But you feel fucking incredible. You know? I'm not going to last long," And Louis knows that's the truth because knowing he's going to bottom out in Harry soon, sends shockwaves straight to the pit of his stomach.

"Neither, but it's okay,"

With further communication, Louis finally bottoms out. The feeling of Harry clenching around his full length and the way Harry's body is shaking with need. Louis thinks he might pass away. He tests the waters and gently moves back and then forwards, allowing himself to slowly fuck Harry.

"Please, please....That feels so good. Louis. Louis please. I'm begging,"

Louis clenches his jaw and listens to the way Harry begs. His movements start to become a regular pace, and he is leaning over Harry whilst gripping the boys curls in his hands. He decides to try pulling the boys hair.

"I'm so close Lou, you feel so fucking good. Harder. Faster. Please," Harry's voice is low, broken.

Louis grunts, and does exactly what Harry asks. He's chasing his own release, and fast. The way Harry feels around him, the way Harry sounds... Louis is seconds away from falling apart.

"Gonna come Harry, oh fuck, so close. Want you to come with me," Louis says through gritted teeth. He gently bites down on Harry's shoulder and Harry gasps.

It's when Harry says a particular word that Louis' orgasms hits like a freight train and he slams his hips forward in both shock and need. The force behind that last thrust leaves Harry stammering words and coming all over the blankets below him. Louis takes at least a minute to come back to earth and take in the scene in front of him. His heart hammering against his ribcage and the general post-orgasm fogginess is clearing. Louis slowly pulls himself out, and Harry lets out a soft mumble when he's no longer inside him.

"You alright?" Louis lays next to him, looking over Harry's face.

"Yeah, I think that was the best feeling I've felt in my life," Harry smiles. Louis can't stop staring in awe at the beauty of this boy. The way his damp curls stick to his forehead, and the post orgasms bliss on his face has Harry looking more relaxed than ever. Louis' heart is doing somersaults.

"I do have a question though,"

"Mhmmm?"

"That word, you used that on anyone else before?"

Harry's eyes widen for a second and he inhales sharply.

"No. It just kinda came out. I'm sorry,"

"Don't apologise. Made me come harder than I ever have in my life. I'll happily take that title if it makes me feel that way,"

Harry smiles silently and closes his eyes, clearly spent. Louis lets him come down to earth, as he cleans himself and Harry's own mess up. As he gets dressed, the reality is really starting to sink in. He looks at Harry who's on the bed back in his boxers and slowly getting himself dressed.

Louis realises he's just fucked a student.

Technically speaking, he's no longer his student, but it's still so wrong.

"What have we got ourselves into?" Louis mutters, running a hand through his hair.

"I dunno, probably shouldn't do it again though right?"

"Probably not, but did you want to do it again?" Louis's own question catches him off guard.

Harry freezes and considers the question; the look of shock displayed on his face and is replaced by that cheeky grin. His response leaves Louis with a loss for words and a jaw that hits the floor for a second before he decides to ignore the response. He knew exactly what Harry was doing.

"Yes, daddy,"